Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Flashes 17

The sky
is full
of ghosts

Life, he said,
is terrible—I eat
the same thing every day!

A man
through whom
music flows

*

Fat
obscures
you

The world is
like a movie
of life

The world’s
a lonely
crock of shit


*

He needs
more time
in the temple

Self-loathing
is still
ego

Man
blues
soothes!


*

It’s so sad
but you
don’t have to be

These
lusts
pass

Defining things
by what
they are not

*

An oddball
like every
one else

Why
trouble your mind
with that crap?

The Meaning Of Life:
cultivate consciousness
and live accordingly

*

The air
is full
of souls



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